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Thursday, June 21, 2012

As promised, here is our second fabulous thirteen from author Alexandra Anthony. She was visiting with us recently for Oh My! Monday. Let's see what the first thirteen sentences of her book Fated conjure up in our imaginations. Mmmmm...Vampires. Enjoy! ~the Vixen

The Thirteen

His long fingers twitched against mine as he fought not to
touch me. He didn't move as I straddled
his hips and let my breasts graze seductively against his cool chest. At any time he could have easily broken away
from my tentative hold. He remained still,
his jaw tight as my lips brushed against the corner of his mouth.

“Please. I want to do
this,” I begged, gently squeezing his
hands and slowly nibbling my teeth against the soft skin of his neck.

His low growl of approval vibrated against me as my lips
blazed a trail down his throat and across his collarbone. I released his hands and placed them beside
his legs, giving him a look that warned him to keep them there. He sat motionless, still watching every move
I made with his piercing blue eyes.

Moving to stand between his legs, I leaned over to palm his
thighs and whispered quietly against his ear.
“Lean back.”

He moved his hands and braced them behind him.

Blurb

Josephine Anderson is a 28 year old writer living in Bali. She's secretive, travels and tries to avoid people in general because of her “gift”, which is the ability of being a psychic empath. Her world turns upside down when she has a dreams of a mysterious man and then comes face-to-face with him. Stefan is tall, blond and drop-dead gorgeous. She can't read his future or feel his emotions. Sounds perfect, right?

Stefan has his own secrets. He's a millenia old psychic vampire that has been searching for Josephine for 200 years. Their worlds collide in a passionate explosion, but will their fated love be enough to keep them together as her mysterious past begins to unravel and they maneuver through vampire protocol?

About Alexandra

Alexandra Anthony loves all things vampire
and enjoys writing romantic/erotic stories combining vampires and the
paranormal, loves the idea of good happily ever after story and the possibility
that there could be a supernatural Prince Charming lurking out there.

Alexandra lives in the Midwest with her husband and
daughter. She is currently writing the The Vampire Destiny series in which
Josephine, a psychic empath, meets the undead man of her dreams. Will their
fated love be enough to keep them together as her mysterious past starts to
unravel?

Welcome back to the Sassy Vixen Blog. Today I've got an extra special treat...TWO, count them two authors have agreed to share the first thirteen sentences of their latest releases. First up is fellow Siren author Nicole Morgan. She's back today with another new release, When Promise Meets Passion. Enjoy! ~the Vixen

Blurb

When Cole Bottego met Leah Allbright she was just a girl, the younger sister of his Marine buddy, Dex. Both of their lives were changed forever in 2007 when an IED killed Dex. In his friend’s final moments, Cole promised to always look out for Leah.

Years pass and Cole keeps his promise. Now grown, Leah is a rookie police officer under the watchful eye of her police chief, Cole. The dynamics of their new roles prove to be more than either of them were prepared for. After years of being best friends they find their feelings changing and complicating their once-easy camaraderie.

Will temptation prove to be too strong for either of them to resist as they’re given a chance to have something neither of them knew they wanted? Or will Cole push his desires aside because of a promise he made years earlier to a dying friend?

First Thirteen

Cole got out from behind the wheel and slammed the door of his Tahoe so hard the entire vehicle shook. Acid rose in his throat, and he fought the urge to duck behind the Dumpster and hurl. He had closed the five-mile distance between the station and the hospital in record time once he’d gotten the call that Leah had been shot. Panic caused him to nearly walk into the automatic double doors when they didn’t slide open fast enough. There were three things on his agenda. Make sure she was okay, find out what the fuck went wrong, and kick the living shit out of whoever was responsible.

Her partner, Colby, was standing in the hallway outside an ER cubicle and met him halfway. “Chief, slow down. She’s going to be fine, It’s just a flesh wound.”

He cared little for the nervous tone in the officer’s voice. It’s not like it was a secret that everyone in the damn department was afraid of him. His protective nature over Leah only made them fear him more. Walking past and ignoring the man’s comment, he pushed the curtain aside and went in.

About Nicole

Nicole Morgan was an avid reader who
kept having one recurring problem. Ideas of stories kept popping into her head.
Today, Nicole is an author of erotic romantic novels, which more often than not
have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with a good old-fashioned
whodunit. She tries to place strong emphasis on the characters’ emotions while
also throwing in some spicy and hot love scenes. Her alpha male of choice will
more often than not have a uniform of some kind. From military to police
officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve.

While still trying to stay true
to her style, she is finding her writing is evolving as she takes on new
and uncharted territory for her. In the first months of this year she finally
wrapped up her first ever full-length paranormal romance novel. There are many
areas of erotica out there that she hasn’t had a chance to really delve into
just yet, but she is anxiously looking forward to doing just that.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Welcome back to Oh My! Monday here at Sassy Vixen. Today I am so happy to welcome author Alexandra Anthony. She's agreed to share not one, but two excerpts from her book Fated, the first book of her Vampire Destiny series. As a special treat, her muse Stefan agreed to interview Alexandra and see if he can get the scoop on when book two will come out. So sit back, relax and enjoy! ~the Vixen

Josephine Anderson is a 28 year old psychic
empath searching for her past. Stefan Lifsten is a millennia old vampire
searching for his destiny after a vision he had 200 years ago. Their fates have
finally collided, but will their love and desire be enough to keep them
together as vampire protocol and her mysterious past start to unravel?

Ah, the devilish Stefan! He keeps his lips to Alexandra's ear, giving her guidance here and there as to how to tell his story and he still finds time to help us out today by interviewing her. Alexandra, how did that go for you?

My demanding muse is whispering in my ear, eager for me to
start writing Book 2 in the Vampire Destiny Series. Since he's so impatient, I decided to sit
down and have a heart-to-heart discussion with Stefan and find out what he'd
like to see happen in the next installment.

Alexandra Anthony: I'm going to start things out by telling
you that many of my readers want their own Stefan, fangs and all. How do you feel about so many women lusting
after you?

Stefan: I would say that I am flattered by all of the
attention. But Alexandra, should we not
be discussing your next book?

AA: Are you always
this impatient, Stefan?

Stefan: (sits back and stretches his legs out in front of
him) Are you always so tightly wound, Alexandra? It is not good for someone to be so testy.

AA: Maybe if I didn't have a certain tall, blond and sexy
vampire whispering in my ear I wouldn't be so testy. Since you're my muse, why don't you tell me
what we're going to see in Book 2?

Stefan: Ah, I thought you would never ask. We are going to learn about Josephine's
vampire father and her life-altering changes, a little about my past and
trouble within the Council. There is a
possibility that we might see a character being faced with a life-or-death
situation. I am put in the uncomfortable
situation to decide if I am to save them or not. (Stefan lets out a heavy sigh)
A vampire's work is never done.

AA: It sounds like you and Josie have a lot on your plate in
Book 2. I'm going to have to work the
smut in around all of the action in the next part of the series.

Stefan: (raises his eyebrow in amusement) You and I both
know it is never work to write scenes for Josephine and myself, Alexandra. And I should be rewarded for all of my good
deeds.

AA: Yeah, yeah. I
think if you get rewarded, we're all going to reap the benefits. Is there anything else you'd like to share
with us, Stefan?

Stefan: (grins crookedly) Is this a trick question,
Alexandra? I have many things I would love to share. However, I am off the market. I do have a final question for you. When is Book 2 going to be available?

AA: You just can't stop, can you? Hopefully it will be
available for download on Smashwords and Amazon in September 2012.

Thank you, Stefan for helping to get a bit more information from Alexandra about book 2, but I know I speak for everyone when I say let's see more from book 1! As promised, here are two excerpts from Fated.

PG Excerpt

Walking into the house, I quietly
closed the door behind me. I wasn't
looking forward to this discussion with Stefan and my stomach churned in
disapproval. I felt him move to stand
behind me and I kept my back to him, my body rigid.

“I am sorry,” Stefan
admitted, his voice soft. “I am an idiot.”

“Yes, you are an
idiot.” I spun on my heel and brushed
past him, walking to the kitchen and began unpacking my bags. I chose to ignore his brooding, intense stare
as his eyes followed my movements. I
hummed as I put away produce, opening and closing cabinet doors as I finished
putting groceries away. His large frame
was leaning in the doorway, watching me intently.

“I've been alone for
a long time, Stefan. The last thing I
need is someone to tell me what to do and babysit me. Did you ever think that I don't bother to
leave notes because no one has been around to read them for a long time?”

“I apologized,
Josephine. Now you are supposed to
accept my apology and we move on.”

I couldn't hold back
my barking laugh. “Really, Stefan? Is that how this is supposed to work?” I made
a back and forth gesture with my hand between us. ”You get to act like a
jackass and I'm supposed to accept it and we just move on?” I walked up to him, craning my neck to look
into his eyes. “I'm not sure which cheesy romance novel you are getting your
information from but that's not always how it works. I get to be pissed off.” I pointed to my chest. I pushed him out of my way, stomping past him
into the living room. I sat down on the
couch and tucked my legs underneath me.
My fingertips tapped out an angry rhythm on my leg.

Stefan was silent as
he walked to the sliding glass door that led to the back patio. His eyes were focused on the landscape outside,
his posture rigid. I watched him for a
moment as his jaw clenched in frustration.
I let out a small sigh and felt my own anger wane. I was beginning to realize it was going to be
impossible to stay angry at him.

"You are human,
Josephine. You are fragile and breakable
and at any moment I could lose you. I am
sorry that I overreacted, but I cannot lose you. Not now.
Not ever."

Rising from the
couch, I crossed the living room to stand behind him, wrapping my arms around
his narrow waist. He stiffened slightly
as I pressed up against him.

“I'm fine and I have
the right to be pissed off, Stefan.
Sometimes I think we're miles apart in the way we think.”

He relaxed slightly,
his chest rumbling with his responding chuckle.
“Ah, Josephine. That we can agree
upon.” He took one of my hands and led
me back to the couch, sitting down and pulling me onto his lap. I rested my head on his solid chest, waiting
for him to continue.

His voice was steady
and deliberate when he spoke. “I am ready to move on with my life now that I
have found you, Josephine. I have
searched, waited and loved you for two centuries. I have been patient,” Stefan paused, drawing
in an unnecessary breath. “I have found
you and I do not want to play games. Be
with me, love me and let us progress. Is
that too much to ask of you?”

Was it too much to
ask? I'd been alone a long time, even
prior to my adoptive parents’ death four years ago. I'd never been normal, so why would my first
and possibly last relationship be normal?
I was still attempting to baby-step my way into this situation instead
of blindly jumping into the deep end like he was expecting me to do with no
reservations.

“Stefan, let me tell
you what my life was like prior to meeting you and letting you turn it upside
down.” He rhythmically began stroking my
hair and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands in my hair. “I was
alone, with the exception of Georgia and Anna.
My adoptive parents died four years ago in a car accident. I can't locate my birth parents no matter how
much money I spend or how hard I search.
I move from place to place and I never settle down. I'm used to being alone and then you sweep in
and I'm supposed to just go with the flow?
That's sort of is the opposite of how I operate.”

Stefan pressed his
lips against the top of my head. “Yet I
am over 900 years old and can change.
Explain what you want from me, Josephine.”

Laughing deeply, I
wrapped my arms around his neck. “There are many things I want from you. But I need time. Time to adjust to us. I need to adjust being in a relationship.”

He nodded. “Then I
will give you time. You have to promise
to meet me halfway, Josephine.”

I swallowed the lump
that had risen in my throat. My mouth
was dry when I finally spoke. “I
promise.”

“Now is the part of
the cheesy romance novel where we kiss and make up, yes?” Stefan asked, his
eyebrows waggling and blue eyes twinkling with humor.

“Kiss me, you big
idiot.”

I didn't have to ask
him twice.

Adult Excerpt

Closing my eyes, I pressed
my face against the pillow and my mind relaxed as I started to drift off to
sleep again. I was jolted awake when I
felt the bed move and Stefan's cool, naked body press against my back. His fingers skimmed across my skin to palm my
full breasts in his large hands as he nuzzled my neck with his nose.

“I could sense you were
awake. Your thoughts were titillating
and I could smell your arousal.” His
mental voice whispered into my mind, soft and alluring.

Instinctively I pressed back against
him, letting my head fall back to rest against his shoulder, my ass pressing
into hardness of his cock. One of his
hands grasped my leg, pulling it back slightly to drape over his hip. His fingers ran up the outside of my thigh,
brushing across my hip bones to descend to explore the wetness of my slick, hot
folds. His mouth moved to place wet
kisses on my neck, leaving a burning trail from the feel of his mouth on my
skin. I boldly arched against him again,
a small moan escaping from my lips.

“Vackra, I cannot resist you. The feel
of your skin....”

Without waiting for a response, he
sheathed himself inside of me and a growl of pleasure escaped from his
throat. He withdrew almost completely
and then thrust his hips to bury himself back inside of my moist, tight
pussy. He began to move again in slower,
fuller strokes as he rocked his hips against me languidly.

I cried out as I pressed
against him. Our rhythm was slow, his
body taking the time to explore mine as one hand continued to palm my breasts
with relish, the other rubbing small circles over my
swollen clit. He was slow and methodical
as we moved together, neither of us wanting the intimacy of the moment to end.

“Stefan...” I moaned softly, my body
writhing against the firm and erotic feel of his hands on my skin. I couldn't hold back as I began to clench
around him, causing his speed to increase, his thrusts long and deep. The slickness of my flushed skin slid against
the silky hardness of his body, the coolness of his flesh against my own was
intoxicating.

“Ah, vackra. The way you feel makes me want to eat you
alive.”

His sexy mental words sent waves of
electricity throughout my body, causing all lucid thoughts to leave my
mind. My hands moved backwards to
roughly grab his thick, blonde hair. His
lips drifted down my arm and his fangs scraped against my sensitive skin.

“Don't stop, Stefan...” I
released another wanton moan, my hips grinding against him with more
force. My heart was thudding in my chest
and my breath was coming in gasps.

“I will never stop fucking you.” Stefan's
hips bucked to accent each word he thought to me.

His fingers moved faster over my
clit. His hips began to frantically
drive faster inside of my pussy and our voices blended together in a symphony
of sensual moans. We continued to move
in perfect harmony together, I answered each of his thrusts with a slight roll
of my hips, pressing harder against the rigidness of his cock inside of me.

Waves of ecstasy started to course
through my body, my inner walls constricting, rhythmically clamping around him
as my powerful orgasm overtook me. I
turned my neck to the side, exposing my throat to him.

“I want to feel you bite me
when I come, Stefan.”

His tongue ran over my neck and then I
felt the sting of his fangs sinking into my skin. A broken cry fell from my lips as I clenched
around him, shuddering in bliss.
Stefan's hips moved erratically against me as he emptied inside of me,
his mouth sucking gently against my neck.
I felt his fangs retract only to be replaced by his tongue, lazily
licking over the slowly disappearing puncture marks.

Slowly rolling to face him, our lips
met in a tender kiss. Our tongues tangled
together softly, reflecting the closeness of the moment we had shared. My hands ran along the length of his lean,
muscled back to palm his toned ass, my leg moving to rest over his hip. His large hands spread across the small of my
back, pressing me tightly against his chest.

Alexandra Anthony loves all things vampire
and enjoys writing romantic/erotic stories combining vampires and the
paranormal, loves the idea of good happily ever after story and the possibility
that there could be a supernatural Prince Charming lurking out there.
Alexandra lives in the Midwest with her husband and
daughter. She is currently writing the The Vampire Destiny series in which
Josephine, a psychic empath, meets the undead man of her dreams. Will their
fated love be enough to keep them together as her mysterious past starts to
unravel?

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Welcome back to the Sassy Vixen Saturday Spotlight! Today it's my pleasure to welcome another fellow Siren author Morgan Fox. Today she shares a bit about herself as a writer and reader as well as her latest book due to be released on June 12th. It's available for pre-order now, so make sure you check out her links at the end of the post. So without further adieu, let's sit down with Morgan and pick her brain a bit. ~The Vixen

Morgan, who and what inspires you the most as a person?

I’m inspired by so many people in my life: My husband, daughter, grandmother, and so many others. The passion I see in them powers something so deep inside of me.

I pull inspiration from so many things in my life, but mainly from other creative venues – Books, music, and movies are the most powerful. Reading series like Immortals after Dark, Masters of Time, Doomsday Brethren, and Lords of the Underworld are just four of the series I find inspiration. The creative genius used by these authors is simply amazing and awe inspiring. Besides writing, a good deal of my time is devoted to reading. What about you? What genre of fiction is your favorite to lose yourself in? I love to read paranormal and historical romances. (Paranormal is the clear favorite!)

When I’m feeling sick or down in the dumps, I want to read
anything I can from my favorite authors.
I always feel inspired by their work and it shakes the funk off in no
time. Who are some of your favorite authors?Some of my favorite authors are Sherrilyn
Kenyon/Kinley MacGregor, Shayla Black, Gena Shoewalter, Kresley Cole, Brenda
Joyce and Sophie Jordan. These authors
have an amazing way of creating stories that stick with me. I find myself wanting to read them over and
over again. AND that’s pretty powerful
stuff. Oh I agree! Nothing better than to go back to the old faves and get lost in those worlds again and again. What about Morgan Fox the writer? What inspires you to pick up your pen (or turn on your laptop) every day? What keeps you motivated to continue to write? My imagination is the core contributor to my
passion for writing and I get a lot of inspiration from the magical worlds I
mentally create. I feel so much pleasure
when I drift away into a place I’ve created.
It’s amazing and for as long as I can remember I’ve dreamed up story’s
and shared those with family and friends. Are you a plotter or a panster? Or a bit of both? I don’t have a favorite why to write. I’ve written books as both a plotter and
panster, but sometimes plotting does make things a little easier for me since
I’ve created that nice little road map for myself. Do you listen to music while writing? What kinds of
music work best for you? Do different types of music help you for different
types of scenes?I do enjoy listening to music while I write. I tend to pick song that fit the mood of the
scene. If I’m working on a fight scene –
Rock and Roll (anything with a rockin beat!)
If it’s an erotic, passion filled scene – I select songs that rev my
engine. For example: Sex on Fire by
Kings of Leon…something about a man singing, “Your sex is on fire” is pretty
hot. *fans self* Yes, I would have to agree with you on that one. My engine goes into overdrive when I hear that song, every single time! ahem...Let's talk about your new release. In one or two sentences, give the core premise behind
your story.

Breathless Temptation, book 2 in the Texas Stallion series is
a story about a girl escaping an unpleasant situation, overcoming hurdles (like
hiding from a deranged stalker), fighting physical passion, and discovering
that loving one man is not nearly as much fun as loving two.

Oh! Menage? Tell me more. When and where does
your book take place?

The Texas Stallion series takes place in present day
Temptation, Texas. (Temptation is small ranch town created just for this series.)

Will these characters show up in other books in this
series?

My characters do have appearances throughout the
Texas Stallion series. I enjoy bringing
back characters that I’ve introduced in previous books. I love wrapping myself in a story where the
characters feel more like old friends.

How many books to you anticipate will be in this
series?

Currently I’ve got plans for four books in the
Texas Stallion series. We will just have
to see where the story takes me after that.

What are you working on now?

My next releases will be Stone Temptation and Eternal
Passion. I’m writing these books simultaneously. (What can I say? I couldn’t help myself.) Stone Temptation is the third book in the
Texas Stallions series and is a Cowboy/Western Ménage (MFM). Eternal Passion is the first book in the Born
of Blood series an erotica paranormal vampire romance that I simply cannot wait
to share.

I’ve got a few projects that I’m working on currently:

Stone Temptation, book 3
in the Texas Stallion series

Eternal Passion, book 1 in
the Born of Blood series (eBook series)

Capturing Shadow, book 2
in the Cowboys and Werewolves series

Bewitched by the Moon,
book 5 in the Moonlight Shifters series

Wow, Morgan! You do have a lot going on right now. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to share a bit of yourself and your writing with us today. Now I know many folks are wondering just how hot can we expect Breathless Temptation to be. So why don't we share a bit of it with everyone today.

STORY EXCERPT

As he held her close, the crisp scent of soap filled her nostrils. Slowly, her sanity was restored as she felt the warmth of his smooth, damp flesh beneath her hands and fingers. Gently, she eased back to look at him.

He sat beside her, hair still wet from the shower he must have been taking. Her eyes swelled at the sight of him. Having his tantalizing body this close and this unclothed on her bed caused her blood to pump wildly through her veins. She licked her lips and glanced down at the towel draped around his hips. A long slit slid high up his strong, muscular thigh. The seductive effect he had on her was spellbinding and a little frightening.

He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I would’ve grabbed a robe, but I don’t own one.”

She shook her head and tried to smile. “It’s okay, Clay. I’m glad you’re here. I was a little freaked out by my dream, but I’m not anymore.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She pursed her lips together. No, she didn’t want to talk about it. Warren was the devil in her nightmares, and he was never far away, no matter how far she ran. He was the one thing that made her deathly afraid.

“Not really. I’m just glad I’m not alone tonight.” She reached down and squeezed his hand.

Slowly, he reached forward and turned on the light. The glow that illuminated his body made him so much more enticing than he had seemed in just the light that filtered into her room from the hallway. She couldn’t help but feel a little naughty as she envisioned herself licking the droplets of water from his body. Was it wrong to want him to kiss her?

“Look, I’m sorry I acted like an asshole with Hunter today. I never meant for that to happen. It’s just that I may have gotten a little—”

“Jealous,” she blurted out with an arched brow and teasing grin. The idea that the big, strong sheriff had gotten jealous created a wild flutter of excitement that sank deep into the pit of her stomach. She liked the idea that he had those kinds of emotions where she was concerned.

He sighed with a smile, sweeping back a strand of her hair that had fallen forward, tucking it behind her ear. “I guess you could say that.”

For what felt like an eternity, they just stared at each other. Deep-flowing warmth charged up her body and settled around her chest, neck, and face. Hands clammy with nerves, she couldn’t believe how much she wanted Clay, needing him to kiss her and allow her to make love to him. The feelings were almost desperate in nature. It was the strangest, most powerful yearning she’d ever experienced.

“I should probably go,” Clay stammered.

“No, wait,” she said, grabbing hold of his hand as he stood, keeping him from leaving her side. She hadn’t meant to sound so frantic, but she couldn’t help it. For so many reasons, she didn’t want him to leave. She desired him, wanted him to stay with her. Tonight. “I don’t want you to go.”

He studied her, his hand slowly wrapping around hers. “Delilah, I’ll only be across the hall. I’ll keep your door cracked open if it would make you feel more comfortable.”

She shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.”

Again he looked at her, his eyes deepening with understanding. The war raging behind his heated gaze told her that he wasn’t sure if what she desired he could provide. She knew he feared hurting her. She didn’t expect a relationship and understood that was a commitment he could probably never give her, but she didn’t care. She wanted him for at least one night and needed him more than he ever could imagine.

She gently tugged at his hand, coaxing him to sit back down in front of her. She’d show him what she wanted and pray he didn’t reject her.

He sat, his body slightly rigid. Her stomach swirled with apprehension but more so with passions she wanted to share with her sheriff.

My sheriff.

With the gentle caress of her hand, she stroked the side of his face, still smooth from his morning shave. As she touched him, he never looked away. Then, she wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, closed the distance, and lightly pressed her lips against his.

He pulled away and stood, looking like a nervous and scared child. His chest rose and fell quickly. Swallowing hard, he whispered her name.

“Please, Clay. Don’t…” She felt an overwhelming tightness fill her chest. She didn’t know what else to say.

He glanced down to the floor, and she could see a million and one thoughts racing in his mind as she stared up at him. When he glanced back to meet her gaze, she swallowed the dryness in her throat.

“Are you sure?”

Leaning back onto the bed, she parted her legs so her inner thighs caressed his outer. She tugged at the towel around his hips, loosening the material until it dropped to the floor. For a moment, she admired him, taking in what she could of his gorgeous body and hardening cock.

Smiling devilishly, she breathlessly demanded, “Shut up, Sheriff, and get down here and kiss me.”

Instead of doing as she requested, with a growl he swooped her into his arms and hauled her up against his chest. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. “I’m not about to make love to you on my guest bed.” Holding her tightly against him, he claimed her lips, kicked open the door, and stalked like a man on a mission to his bedroom, all the while kissing her as if his life depended on it.

ADULT EXCERPT

He dropped to his knees on the blanket and gently pulled her over to stand in front of him. Pushing his cowboy hat up, he nuzzled against her and kissed her belly through her clothes. Slowly, he popped open a button to reveal smooth, creamy-white skin. His lips were quick to press against her warm flesh. Flicking his tongue over her skin, he tasted just how sweet she was. Her hands sprung up, and her fingers dove into his hair, knocking his hat into the hay-covered floor. She gripped him tight as she, too, dropped to her knees. As she captured his mouth, he couldn’t believe she was instigating the kiss. She was aggressive, playful, and full of passions he’d only dreamed she’d share with him.

Closing his eyes, he let her mouth take his, welcoming her tongue as it dove deep and tangled with his. Before he could stop himself, he reached his arms around her, his palms covering the round globes of her ass, and tugged her forward until she straddled him, but he was careful not to injure her leg further. Then he leaned her back onto the blanket, but as he did, she tore at his shirt, pulling the fabric until the buttons practically ripped off the material.

Shrugging out of his shirt, he placed himself between her spread legs and lowered himself against her, tasting her mouth again. Her fingernails trailed up the naked flesh of his back, and he groaned at the arousing sting of pleasure. He’d never liked the rough stuff but found Delilah’s enthusiasm infectious. If she’d told him she liked to be spanked or wanted to spank him, he’d seriously consider it. Honestly, he’d never been so turned on in his life. There was something about her that made him want her more than anything he’d ever desired in his life. She was a temptation that left him breathless and begging for more.

With great care, Hunter undid a few more buttons, revealing her supple breasts. The soft mounds felt divine as he pressed his face against them, kissing and licking the delicate skin. She inhaled deeply, forcing her chest to expand in his direction. With the arousing invitation, he nibbled on her erect nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Slipping her shirt off her shoulders, he dipped his fingers inside the straps of her bra and slowly slid the material down her arms until her perfect breasts were exposed.

Instantly, his mouth clamped down on the rosy peak. Groaning, he sucked a little harder until he heard her gasp. Her nails dug deeper into his back. Releasing her nipple, he quickly moved to the other to give it equal attention. He enjoyed the way her hands cradled him, caressing his flesh and massaging his scalp as he made love to her breasts.

Hunter sat up, resting his ass on the heels of his boots. His eyes drank in the flushed color of Delilah’s cheeks and chest. The subtle rise and fall of her breasts had him licking his lips with anticipation of what was to come next. Locking eyes with her, he began to unbuckle his pants, but she quickly sat up, her fingers diving to push his out of the way.

She studied him, her fingers running up and down the muscles of his chest and stomach, dipping down into the open zipper of his pants. She gripped his cock in her hand, slowly stroking the shaft. He never stopped watching her face, wondering what she was thinking about as she possessed him with such interest. He sucked in a chestful of air, loving the feeling of her touch as every nerve ending exploded in his body.

She pushed his jeans past his ass and his hard cock sprung out. Immediately, he pulled her up by her shoulders and helped her out of her own clothing, sliding the material down her legs with such care. Naked and gorgeous, she was the embodiment of everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. She was perfect on the inside and out.

His cock jumped as he gazed upon her rosy flesh. Pulling her close, he kissed her stomach, trailing kisses to the patch of blonde hair between her legs. Gently, he led her back to the blanket, making sure she was comfortable. Then he set to tasting her body more fully.

Spreading her thighs, he kissed the tender, warm flesh from her knees straight up to her pussy. With his thumb and index finger, he parted the folds of her sex and teased, licked, and sucked her clit. The sweet, fluttering moans of her pleasure had him eager to hear more of her cries. He tenderly inserted a finger into her tight pussy, pulsing in and out slowly, and then as he sucked her a little harder he added another finger. Her thighs parted wide the moment he did, beckoning him to continue loving her cunt.

“Oh, God, Hunter,” she cried as her hands and fingers gripped his hair, capturing him as if she couldn’t risk that he would stop touching her.

Halting his actions was the last thing on his mind. What was on his mind was making her come harder than she ever had, allowing him to taste the pleasure he wrung from her body. Then he would make her come again as he thrust his cock deep inside her tight body, driving her beyond reason.

He felt her body begin to tremble as he held her. His mouth was fastened to her pussy as she cried out. Bucking her hips up, she began to come. The taste of her essence filled his mouth like a fine wine he’d been deprived of for far too long.

Once she had gone limp, he slowly crawled up the long, lean length of her body, kissing her belly and between her breasts. Then he nuzzled the crook of her neck and her arms once again surrounded him.

With one arm supporting his weight, he reached down with the other and guided his cock into the entrance of her pussy, pushing inside her until he was seated to the hilt.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Welcome back to Thursday Thirteen. I'm happy to welcome back to Sassy Vixen fellow siren May Water. Her new release Balls to the Wall Detectives, Inc, promises to be one HOT read if the first thirteen sentences are even a hint at what May has in store for us. Leave a comment and let her know what you think. Better yet, head on over to the Siren website (link below) and get your very own copy today! ~the Vixen

“Oh yeah, babe,” Chris panted as Marly gazed up at him with his dick in her mouth. She bobbed up and down zealously, giving his cock a blow job to remember. She wanted that to be one of his last pleasant memories of her. Once he was good and hard she rose slowly, scraping her fingernails up his thighs, over his flat stomach and to his neck. Then she grasped his neck and pushed him firmly against the wall. She watched his face turn red as he choked and struggled against the restraints. All the while she remained silent. Then she let go unceremoniously, leaving him gasping for breath. “Mar, what the fuck!” he choked out. Again she ran her fingernails down his stomach, making sure she raked his left nipple extra hard. It was still red from the recent nipple piercing. He started to yell, but she simply smacked his face.

Blurb

Is cyber sex cheating real? Marly thinks it’s nothing a little BDSM can’t cure. Those naughty boys will wish they never touched a mouse. Marly can whip couples back between each other’s arms and legs. Or simply nail his cheating balls to the wall. Either way: bad boys beware.Her detective agency hunts down cheating partners, delivering not only evidence, but a remedy for what ails these couples: hot, sexual abandon. Her role as sex vigilante causes a brush with the law though. She’s crafty but can she get her ass out of that sling?Despite her tough shell Marly unexpectedly finds love amidst the whips and chains. She really wants love, yet our heroine has loads of heartache to heal. Which one will help lick her wounds? Sweet younger Katie softens her spirit. Quirky lovable Jock literally knocks her off her feet. Can either one tame our excitable girl?